Jesus And Woody - Ry Cooder

Well bring your old guitar

And sit here by me

'Round the heavenly throne

Drag out your Oklahoma poetry

'Cause it looks like the war is on

And I don’t mean a war for oil

Or gold, or trivial things of that kind

But I heard the news, the vigilante man

Is on the move this time

So sing me a song 'bout This Land Is Your Land

And fascists bound to lose

You were a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie

And I was a dreamer too

Once I spoke of a love for those who hate

It requires effort and strain

Vengeance casts a false shadow of justice

Which leads to destruction and pain

Some say I was a friend to sinners

But by now you know it’s true

Guess I like sinners better than fascists

And I guess that makes me a dreamer too

In the year of 1945

You saw the killers fall

Many fought and died

But it’s the innocent ones I most recall

Well I’ve been the Savior now for such a long time

And I’ve seen it all before

You good people better get together

Or you ain’t got a chance anymore

Now they’re starting up their engine of hate

Don’t it make you feel lonesome and blue?

Yes I was a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie

And you were a dreamer too